| I got money on my mind, I do whatever for it
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| Human trafficking, they go from border to border
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| I’m on a vacation, dive in the clearest water, ayy
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| I stuffed two hundred ounces in a Pamper
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| Oh that’s your señorita? |
| She goin' too
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| Read my glasses, that’s a hundred racks and
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| Read my glasses, that’s a hundred racks and
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| Sean Jean jeans, hundred racks inside these
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| Money old, got it colored like Monopoly
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| She can’t control me, baby got no lock on me
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| Driveway got the foreigns in it
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| I whipped up a 'Rari, caught lil shawty off a backboard
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| Peep out the window with that K like Michael Maxwells
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| I bless lil' shawty with all kinda bags, and you ain’t gotta ask for it
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| I drop some racks for it, ayy
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| Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it
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| Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
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| Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four
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| Now a nigga want more, this the shit I asked for
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| Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it
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| Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
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| Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four
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| Now a nigga want more, this the shit I asked for
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| Sippin' on codeine, I got a problem
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| I be with them gangsters and them robbers
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| Have a nigga lookin' for who shot ya
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| Probably in Jamaica with the Rastas
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| I’m gon' get 'em in for the cheap
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| And them bitches go for twenty-three
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| I know that these niggas envy me
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| And won’t stop until I reach the T-O-P, I’m at the top
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| I’m acting crazy again, I had your lady again
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| Know she told you we was friends, but she ate the dick in the Benz
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| She know I’m a real one, she smell it
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| She do whatever I tell her
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| She let me hit it whenever as long as I keep on necklace
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| I ate that pussy for breakfast, yeah yeah
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| Diamonds on my neck, I got 'em frozen
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| Water on my wrist came from the ocean
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| Every nigga with me get them loads in
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| Only with the bros who put them fours in
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| Pink slip
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| Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it
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| Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
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| Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four
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| Now a nigga want more, this the shit I asked for
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| Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it
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| Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
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| Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four
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| Now a nigga want more, this the shit I asked for
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| This the type of shit I used to ask for
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| Remember down bad, I had to ask for it
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| Damn I’m out of lean, I poured my last four
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| Now my car say two hundred on dashboard
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| I get that money for real, I get that paper for real, yeah yeah
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| I get that money for real, I get that paper for real, yeah yeah
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| All my diamonds on me, yeah they shining
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| When I made parole that’s perfect timing
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| Range Rover look pregnant with the body
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| Presidential tint so I can’t see nobody
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| Your bitch on my hitlist 'cause she’s a hottie
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| I know once I get in it I’m gon' ride it
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| I get that money forever, we get that money together, dig that
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| Bitches be walkin' up on me, niggas be actin' like groupies, get back
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| Gettin' to the money since like this high
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| Now I’m lil big homie all on this side
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| Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it
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| Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
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| Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four
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| Now a nigga want more, this the shit I asked for
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| Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it
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| Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
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| Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four
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| Now a nigga want more, this the shit I asked for |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pink Slip , by - Lil Baby. Song from the album Harder Than Hard, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп